Untraceable script
Untraceable (2008)
Synopsis: Special Agent Jennifer Marsh (Diane Lane) works in an elite division of the FBI dedicated to fighting cybercrime. She thinks she has seen it all, until a particularly sadistic criminal arises on the Internet. This tech-savvy killer posts live feeds of his crimes on his website; the more hits the site gets, the faster the victim dies. Marsh and her team must find the elusive killer before time runs out.

FADE IN:

INT. SUBURBAN BASEMENT -- RAINY NIGHT. .

VIDEO CAMERA POV: held at hip level, jerking with each step,

we move in dim light past boxes of junk...a dormant furnace

.

...a rusty bicycle...shelves of Christmas decorations...and

bundles of Ethernet cable, running beside flashing state-ofthe-

art computers...around a corner into-

.

A WOOD-PANELED ROOM. Rain rattles the ground-level windows,

whose panes are covered with black soundproofing panels. A

.

folded-up Ping-Pong table leans against a wall. Ugly shag

carpeting has been stripped back from the cement floor.

.

A small, muted TV set, sitting on a cardboard box, plays a

prime-time hour-long drama. Thunder rumbles outside.

.

The CAMERA shakes as it is screwed into a tripod and pointed

to the cement floor. At the top corner of the frame, the TV

is visible.

Footsteps. Liquid pours.

A MALE HAND, long and slender,

lowers a saucer of milk to the floor.

More footsteps. A package is torn open. A glue rat-trap is

slapped to the floor a few feet from the milk. .

A canvas bag is unzipped. A tiny meow, then the tinkling of

a little bell. .

A man’s torso passes by, momentarily blotting

out our view.

A moment later, the CAMERA zooms tighter on the milk and the

trap. More meowing, as a KITTEN enters the frame, bounding

.

clumsily, adorably. It wears a handcrafted pink collar with

a bell.

It steps into the trap. It freezes, pulls and pulls, the bell

tinkling urgently, but it cannot free its paw.

.

Klieg lights flash on.

The kitty freezes, blinded.

EXT. SUBURBAN PARKING LOT -- RAINY NIGHT. .

.

Headlights blind us, as an SUV, wipers working, drives up to

a guard booth.

CAR RADIO DJ (O.S.)

--then once he’s raised a million .

bucks in donations, he’s gonna

.

shoot himself in the ass, live on

the Internet!

2.

Laughter from the radio. The YOUNG GUARD nods, smiles, and

waves the driver through.

INT. SUV -- MOMENTS LATER -- RAINY NIGHT.

The driver, whose face we cannot see, pulls into a parking

spot in the barely-filled lot.

CAR RADIO DJ:

And guess what his website’s

called. I am not making this up.

Gonnashootmyselfintheass.com!

Seriously!

Manic laughter from the radio, until the driver kills the

engine. As the driver unfastens the seat belt, we glimpse a

9mm Glock on the driver’s hip.

The driver reaches over and grabs a black umbrella, which lies

next to a half-clad Barbie doll.

EXT. SUBURBAN PARKING LOT -- CONTINUOUS -- RAINY NIGHT.

Emerging from the car, opening her umbrella, is JENNIFER

MARSH, early 30’s, beautiful and fierce, no make-up, wearing

a windbreaker.

.

FOLLOW MARSH, walking alone across the dark, rainy lot toward

a bland FOUR-STORY OFFICE BUILDING.

The closer she gets to the entrance, the higher the CAMERA

CRANES. By the time she enters, the CAMERA has reached the

roof, which is crowded with massive satellite dishes and

towering antennae.

INT. OFFICE BUILDING LOBBY -- SAME -- RAINY NIGHT.

RAY, 65, a security guard, smiles almost paternally at Marsh

as she jams her photo I.D. in and out of the electronic

reader.

INT. OFFICE ELEVATOR -- MOMENTS LATER -- RAINY NIGHT.

As the car ascends, Marsh stares at herself in the silver

doors. Her hair is wet, disheveled. She primps at it a bit,

then stops. What’s the point? Why bother?

INT. DIAL-UP ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER -- RAINY NIGHT.

Marsh walks down a row of beige cubicles under fluorescent

lights. In each carrel, a MALE WORKER clicks away at a

desktop computer.

3.

Over the workers’ shoulders, we catch glimpses of their

screens. Mundane stuff, mostly: chat rooms, newsgroups,

myspace.com, e-mails, etc....

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Allison Burnett

Allison was born in Ithaca, New York, and raised in Cleveland Heights, Ohio. He later moved to Evanston, Illinois, where he attended Evanston Township High School and graduated from Northwestern University. He later studied playwriting as a fellow of The Juilliard School. His debut novel, Christopher, was a finalist for the 2004 PEN Center USA ... more…

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